I was pretty down last night, my trache kept making me cough which colors everything in a pretty bad way. It’s almost time for me to go and I do feel better. Not breathing right makes every other fear, doubt, frustration to be +12. The thing about the blog is, I don’t censor myself at all. I write exactly what’s in my head. Sometimes it’s dark, sometimes it’s not, but it’s always honest.

I’m an asshole sometimes… there’s no reason you can’t be an asshole too.

If you can’t breathe.. Well then be a fucking asshole. Take it out hard Michael. Youre too nice. You need to say Fuck a lot more. If I couldnt breathe properly… I’d Fucking have fucking every fucking second fucking word fucking fuck.